Slick And Fine Poem by Bree Z Love

Slick And Fine



There once was a slick and fine guy.
Purposed to give a kiss or five.
Five seemed like too much.
He snuck in a touch.
Mad, I'm shamed and he's ghost and now hides.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: misbehavior
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Bree Z Love

Bree Z Love

Chicago, Illinois
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